Maggie & Henry

[Kathy]

Hi everyone , A guy I know on a BDSM forum going by the user name of Doc & I worked on it and adapted one of his earlier stories, we based this story on characters from Gourmet Detectives an American-Canadian series of made-for-television mystery films based on a book series of the same name from author Peter King that stars Dylan Neal as Henry Ross, a chef turned culinary sleuth and Brooke Burns as Detective Maggie Price. Set in San Francisco, it airs on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries

Maggie & Henry's Crucifixion

Detective Maggie Price & her boyfriend Chef Henry Ross have together solved many mysteries & have put many criminals behind bars but things change when a group of former inmates decide to get revenge.

They were members of a club that decided crucifixion would be a suitable punishment for Maggie & Henry something that had not happened in a long time. There is a buzz in the membership with increased interest in most everything they did, from its dungeon nights, to its weekend getaways had a marvelous increase in interest in pay back.

The plan is put into motion Maggie & Henry are abducted by 4 members of the club & delivered to a remote farm owned by the club for these special, private events which needed to be hidden from prying eyes. Everything was thought out and prepared for, from the comfort and enjoyment of club members to the suffering of the two victims.

The leader arrived at the farm in the early morning, not wanting to miss any of the festivities. The sun was up, and it was already warming. It would be hot by midday. He joined the other members by the tents that had been set up, and poured himself a coffee. . The talk was of many things but always came back to the pending torture of Maggie & Henry. The night before they were both whipped & were chained in the barn,
The doors open, and they all turn to go outside. For some, it would be the first glimpse of the victims. There was an air of anticipation as two club members that were serving as executioners came out, dragging lengths of chain behind them. Attached to each chain was a collar, and in each collar an almost nude victim, Maggie & Henry. Each had their wrists shackled together. Their bodies were an red, with stripes of purple, from the previous night's whipping. They were dirty it was clear they had laid in the straw and dirt of the barn & they already looked worn out from no sleep and pain. Maggie's hair was a mess, the dirt smeared her face. It was clear that she had been crying, and equally clear she refused to do so now, in front of the club members that watched her carefully. She was stumbling in her movements but she had spirit
Henry had a frightened look on his face. He was beginning to realize there was no escape the whipping last night had explained that to him in no uncertain terms.The leaders focus was on Maggie. Not just because she was beautiful, , but because of that spirit. He wanted to see her suffer & finally break.

They were led to the whipping posts. They had seen much use since the club had purchased the farm and begun holding these events. There were blood stains on them Maggie was strung up on a hook, arms above her, so her body was taught. She was wearing a loin cloth but the rest of her body was exposed by the strain, and it was wonderful. He walked over to her & had a chance to observe her closely along with some of the other members. . Her exposure was humiliating for her. The stretched arms over her head revealed her back & shoulder muscles .Her fit body taught , her ribs exposed & firm breasts pressed against the whipping post .She looked beautiful, her skin covered with welts from last night's whipping

There was sudden silence as the executioner walked behind her. The first stroke was hard lashing across her shoulders and under her arms. The shock of it made her jump as she looked skyward. With the next stroke her head fell down & pressed against the post. An involuntary grunt escaped her lips as each blow fell. She was not going to scream, she did not want to give the satisfaction The sheer impact of the whip on her body forced the air out of her lungs & her grunts became louder and more pained as the whipping continued. Strength left her, body finally hung limp on the hook, the whipping stopped. A sheen of sweat covered her completely, trickling down her sides, under her exposed breasts, and down her legs. She was released from the hook & collapsed unable to move. At the same time Henry also suffered a severe whipping , he was laying on the ground next to his whipping post sobbing.

Maggie & Henry were forced to pick up their crosses and drag them up a small hill that had been selected as the location of their crucifixion . It provided a clear view for the club members to watch them suffer.
When they reached the top of the hill they dropped their crosses .The executioners approached Maggie first. They unlocked her shackles & pulled her on top of the cross. Each took an arm, sitting on the crossbeam with her arm underneath, facing her wrists. She was held securely in place. Large spikes were positioned next to her wrists, and hammers began pounding. This had the desired effect as she began screaming while being nailed to the cross. This moment when her suffering had actually forced her to lose control members moved closer to observe the horror in her face. The base of the cross was positioned near a deep hole that had been dug in the ground. Two executioners, using ropes to help guide the heavy cross, raised it up, and let it slide in to the ground. They watched intensely as her weight pulled her down and increased tension on her arms the higher she went, and the look of shock on her face was priceless agony as her cross thumped in to place in the hole. The executioners first secured the base of the cross with wedges of wood driven deep in the ground, as she helplessly hung and kicked her feet in an automatic gesture to support herself. One of the executioners then tied her feet together, raised them up so her knees were bent, and tied them to a small protrusion on the upright. Her feet found the platform, and pushed, trying to relieve the agony in her shoulders and arms, and suddenly discovered the platform was actually a sharp inverted V shape, designed to be most painful to stand upon. Once again, this realization could be seen in her face. There was to be no respite, no assistance, simply choices in pain.

They watched the same process with Henry, who was hyperventilating through most of the ritual until he was finally secured and hanging. At this point he started crying again, screaming out on occasion and writhing on the cross. He was exerting far too much energy. He would not last long.

Maggie began the dance. After a few minutes of hanging from her arms, she managed to press herself up, and stand on the precarious point below her feet. Her face was a study in pain, and the relief to her shoulders and chest was short lived as her legs gave out from under her, and she sank back down.
Her body was wet from sweat, partly from heat and partly from pain. It was fascinating watching the effects of this torture on her body. With her arms stretched above her, the gentle undulation of her ribs was visible under her skin. Each labored breath could be seen clearly in her stomach and chest. Her beautifully shaped breasts fell forward slightly as her body leaned slightly out from the cross. They could see & almost feel the stretched muscles in her arms & shoulders, her legs straining to lift her weight.

Hours later Henry was taken down. He had exhausted himself far too quickly with hysteria and died. Maggie continued to amaze the crowd. She sank down deeply and lost control of her bladder. They could tell she knew that she was losing control of her body, that it was no longer her own, and that she was beginning to no longer care. She had probably forgotten who she was, her name, why she was here, and was simply enduring the agony until it ended one way or another. The leader went close to her & watched her breathing, which was coming in short, shallow rasping draughts. Her hands were a deep purple . Her bent legs were spread wide, exposing her sex for all. That beautiful hair clung to her shoulders and breasts, wet with sweat. Tears stained her cheeks, though there were none left. As her breathing rasped more and more like a death rattle, the end was near and soon afterwards she expired , left there for all to see.The club members cheered they had gotten their revenge on Maggie .

 

[DaHoYoTa]

The inevitable fate of detectives

 

[Kathy]

Maggie on her Cross

 

[Loxuru]

Maggie & Henry's Crucifixion

West Coast version of Goldman and Moore?

A dark but exciting end of a couple of detectives!

 

[Kathy]

Years earlier Detective Maggie Price went undercover , it lead to a string of events that caused her to be hated by this group of men .
Once again I worked with Doc on this chapter of this fantasy story.

Undercover
Chapter 1
Detective Maggie Price walked through the police station where she worked. She smiled at the desk sergeant as she passed by him on her way to the locker room. Her heart racing as she opened her locker and removed the clothing she had been instructed to wear for her assignment. She will be working for the vice squad under cover. The squad's aim was to bust a prostitution ring and catch the ring leaders. .

Maggie looked at her undercover clothes. She had always wondered what it would be like to wear such clothes but had never dared try. As she removed her own clothes she kept looking at what she was to wear now, a red halter top, very tight; a black leather micro skirt, black patent boots with high heels and a black leather jacket. She slipped on the undercover clothes and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Her long legs looked great in the boots. She could nearly see her panties under the skirt , and the top did very little to conceal her braless breasts. Knowing that the whole squad would be able to see her nipples through the fabric, she pulled on the jacket and headed upstairs.

She opened the door to the briefing room and walked inside . The room was full of officers their whistles and crude comments was expected and she parried the banter with quick and witty responses. The room was silent as the chief called the meeting to order.



He said "We all know why we're here. We all know the plan. Detective Price is the bait to catch these criminals. She will be working under cover and reporting to us. The officers acknowledged their understanding of the operation.

As two officers dropped her off a few streets away from the target house, Maggie took a deep breath and started to walk. She really wanted to do well on this assignment. She knew that a good result on this assignment could open a lot of doors for her, maybe even promotion. She had been ordered by her superior's not to take risks. If she found herself in more trouble. As she turned the corner, she spotted the informer leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette. As she approached him she felt his eyes undressing her.

He blew smoke towards her . "Great tits!"

"Wow what a gentlemen" she replied Lets get on with this lead me to the house"

As Maggie followed him up the steps to the door of the house, she felt vulnerable. The operation had been gone over many times in the briefing room but now as she entered the house for real, it all felt different. No jokes, no comments or light banter, just the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. She followed him through corridors and up some stairs as she tried to make a mental map of her exit route should she need it.. Eventually they arrived at a door. he knocked and they both waited for a reply.

"Come in"

Maggie quickly tried to take in the surroundings. The room was a office and most unlike the rest of the building. Expensive looking paintings hung on the walls and she could feel a deep pile carpet beneath her boots. A man with broad shoulders sat, arms folded, behind a large desk. He wore a dark suit and was flanked by two even larger men on each side. It was not difficult to work out that he was the boss.

"This is the one I was telling you about and guess what? She's a cop.."

 

[Loxuru]

Maggie looked at her undercover clothes. She had always wondered what it would be like to wear such clothes but had never dared try. As she removed her own clothes she kept looking at what she was to wear now, a red halter top, very tight; a black leather micro skirt, black patent boots with high heels and a black leather jacket. She slipped on the undercover clothes and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Undercover clothes that hardly cover!

"This is the one I was telling you about and guess what? She's a cop.."

I hope for Maggie, that this statement was part of the plan!

 

[Kathy]

I hope for Maggie, that this statement was part of the plan!

More will be revealed in Chapter 2

 

[Blue]

Undercover clothes that hardly cover!


I hope for Maggie, that this statement was part of the plan!

Ummmm... I hope it’s not part of the plan!

 

[gjpain]

As she turned the corner, she spotted the informer leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette.

Fucking informers, you can never tell whose side they're on.

 

[Kathy]

Undercover
Chapter 2
The boss stares at Maggie and asks "are you a hooker looking for work, or are you a cop?"

She looks at him and replies "I'm a hooker" Maybe so he replies " check if the bitch is wired"

Maggie was lifted onto her feet. She thought that the henchmen would just pat her down, but she was wrong. She suddenly felt hands at the neckline of her satin top. Heard the sound as it was torn downwards. She tried to struggle but was easily held still. The remains of her top were pulled from her body as the hands found their way to her skirt. As the skirt was ripped down her long legs she was bundled to the floor herself falling onto her back. She again tried to kick as her legs were pulled upwards and her boots dragged from her feet. She felt the restraining hands leave her as she pulled herself into a sitting position, naked apart from her panties, and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. She was terrified, but as she looked up at the suited man now standing above her.

The boss says "no wire I see" he turned to face his henchmen, "perhaps she is a whore, after all! Shall we find out?"

Maggie saw the two henchmen smile at each other and then laugh out loud, nodding their agreement.

"A real hooker would know he continued "is how to suck cock!"

Maggie looked up in astonishment as the boss slowly lowered his zipper and pulled a large cock from his suit trousers. She tried to run again, but was easily caught by one of the henchmen and forced to kneel in front of the boss. His cock was now right in front of her face. It was not yet erect, but looked large and menacing just the same. she just kept looking at it. She knew that if she refused, she would be exposed as a police detective and probably disposed of in some cruel manner. She had to make them believe she was a hooker. She took a deep breath. Her lips felt arid and rough with fright as she moistened them with her tongue. Of course, this was not the first time that she had given head, her various boyfriends seemed to think she was good. But would she be good enough? Slowly and carefully, she took his thick meat in her hand, gently sliding her fingers from the base to the head. She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls and massage them gently feeling him tense and start to stiffen in her hand. As his cock became more and more erect, she bent the shaft gently towards her mouth. She could smell his scent as her mouth moved ever closer to his cockhead, and she flicked her tongue out to tease the tip. She felt his length twitch in her grasp and heard a small moan escape his lips as her mouth moved over the head of his cock and slowly slid down the shaft. She used her tongue to swirl over the head as she felt him approach the entrance to her throat. She knew the best way to please him. Adjusting the angle of her head slightly she positioned his cock and relaxed her throat as much as possible. The head felt large, but not too large as, with a deep breath, she swallowed his erection into her throat.

The boss was now sighing and moaning in pleasure. If she was not a hooker, as he sincerely believed she was not, she definitely knew how to suck cock. He could feel the walls of her throat constrict his cock as he took bunches of her hair and pulled her head towards him. He felt her gag momentarily, tightening the grip of her throat on his shaft, but she soon relaxed again. He delighted in the way her head was now starting to rise and fall. It felt so good. Almost like fucking a really tight pussy as, through closed eyes, he imagined his cock sliding down her throat. With her throat fully relaxed he was now able to pull her head back and forth, fucking her face properly with slow and easy motions.

After several minutes of this assault on her throat, she became aware of his breath shortening. She had to admit that his cock was just the perfect size for sucking; not too long but quite thick around. She could hear the boss grunt as he began to piston his erection faster and faster into her tight throat. She felt his cock start to swell. He was panting hard now, his breath coming in short gasps "Oh yes make me cum I'm nearly there.." She sucked furiously on his length, her mouth sliding from the tip all the way down his shaft so that her lips nestled softly against his pubic hair. With little further warning she felt his cock suddenly twitch violently in her throat. She knew he was about to orgasm and tried to pull back. But the boss was too strong. His hands still in her hair pulling her face tightly down over him ,Stream after stream of cum erupted into her mouth, she could feel the sticky liquid leak from her mouth and fall in pools on her tits. The boss kept up the pressure on her head until every last drop of cum had been squeezed out of his cock. As She felt the last contraction of his cock twitch and the final squirt of cum land in her mouth, she felt the pressure on her head was slowly easing, and she was able to come up for air. She wiped the cum from her lips and looked up at the boss. He was slumped in his chair and breathing heavily. He looked totally spent but satisfied.

You suck like a pro." he said, tucking his cock back into his pants but" I still think you are a cop"

 

[Loxuru]

You suck like a pro." he said, tucking his cock back into his pants but" I still think you are a cop"

Looks like, Maggie will have to pass a few more tests!

 

[Blue]

Undercover
Chapter 2
The boss stares at Maggie and asks "are you a hooker looking for work, or are you a cop?"

She looks at him and replies "I'm a hooker" Maybe so he replies " check if the bitch is wired"

Maggie was lifted onto her feet. She thought that the henchmen would just pat her down, but she was wrong. She suddenly felt hands at the neckline of her satin top. Heard the sound as it was torn downwards. She tried to struggle but was easily held still. The remains of her top were pulled from her body as the hands found their way to her skirt. As the skirt was ripped down her long legs she was bundled to the floor herself falling onto her back. She again tried to kick as her legs were pulled upwards and her boots dragged from her feet. She felt the restraining hands leave her as she pulled herself into a sitting position, naked apart from her panties, and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. She was terrified, but as she looked up at the suited man now standing above her.

The boss says "no wire I see" he turned to face his henchmen, "perhaps she is a whore, after all! Shall we find out?"

Maggie saw the two henchmen smile at each other and then laugh out loud, nodding their agreement.

"A real hooker would know he continued "is how to suck cock!"

Maggie looked up in astonishment as the boss slowly lowered his zipper and pulled a large cock from his suit trousers. She tried to run again, but was easily caught by one of the henchmen and forced to kneel in front of the boss. His cock was now right in front of her face. It was not yet erect, but looked large and menacing just the same. she just kept looking at it. She knew that if she refused, she would be exposed as a police detective and probably disposed of in some cruel manner. She had to make them believe she was a hooker. She took a deep breath. Her lips felt arid and rough with fright as she moistened them with her tongue. Of course, this was not the first time that she had given head, her various boyfriends seemed to think she was good. But would she be good enough? Slowly and carefully, she took his thick meat in her hand, gently sliding her fingers from the base to the head. She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls and massage them gently feeling him tense and start to stiffen in her hand. As his cock became more and more erect, she bent the shaft gently towards her mouth. She could smell his scent as her mouth moved ever closer to his cockhead, and she flicked her tongue out to tease the tip. She felt his length twitch in her grasp and heard a small moan escape his lips as her mouth moved over the head of his cock and slowly slid down the shaft. She used her tongue to swirl over the head as she felt him approach the entrance to her throat. She knew the best way to please him. Adjusting the angle of her head slightly she positioned his cock and relaxed her throat as much as possible. The head felt large, but not too large as, with a deep breath, she swallowed his erection into her throat.

The boss was now sighing and moaning in pleasure. If she was not a hooker, as he sincerely believed she was not, she definitely knew how to suck cock. He could feel the walls of her throat constrict his cock as he took bunches of her hair and pulled her head towards him. He felt her gag momentarily, tightening the grip of her throat on his shaft, but she soon relaxed again. He delighted in the way her head was now starting to rise and fall. It felt so good. Almost like fucking a really tight pussy as, through closed eyes, he imagined his cock sliding down her throat. With her throat fully relaxed he was now able to pull her head back and forth, fucking her face properly with slow and easy motions.

After several minutes of this assault on her throat, she became aware of his breath shortening. She had to admit that his cock was just the perfect size for sucking; not too long but quite thick around. She could hear the boss grunt as he began to piston his erection faster and faster into her tight throat. She felt his cock start to swell. He was panting hard now, his breath coming in short gasps "Oh yes make me cum I'm nearly there.." She sucked furiously on his length, her mouth sliding from the tip all the way down his shaft so that her lips nestled softly against his pubic hair. With little further warning she felt his cock suddenly twitch violently in her throat. She knew he was about to orgasm and tried to pull back. But the boss was too strong. His hands still in her hair pulling her face tightly down over him ,Stream after stream of cum erupted into her mouth, she could feel the sticky liquid leak from her mouth and fall in pools on her tits. The boss kept up the pressure on her head until every last drop of cum had been squeezed out of his cock. As She felt the last contraction of his cock twitch and the final squirt of cum land in her mouth, she felt the pressure on her head was slowly easing, and she was able to come up for air. She wiped the cum from her lips and looked up at the boss. He was slumped in his chair and breathing heavily. He looked totally spent but satisfied.

You suck like a pro." he said, tucking his cock back into his pants but" I still think you are a cop"

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Great blowjob scene! Maggie is surely “in deeper“ than she planned to be.

 

[Kathy]

Looks like, Maggie will have to pass a few more tests!

Great blowjob scene! Maggie is surely “in deeper“ than she planned to be

Doc and I are working on chapter 3 , Maggie must endure much more to prove herself to the boss.

 

[Kathy]

Undercover
Chapter 3
Maggie slowly stood. She was still uncertain as to whether they still thought she was a cop or a hooker. The henchmen stood silently flanking their boss as all three men looked at her Their eyes roamed downwards over her shoulders to her breasts. She moved her hands away from her breasts as the boss had indicated and felt her pink nipples begin to stiffen as the men watched her. Their gaze continued downwards, leaving her breasts as they took in her flat stomach and athletic hips. She could feel their stares on her covered pussy and in her horror realised that a small damp patch was clearly visible on the front of her panties. She saw the men acknowledge her obvious excitement to each other as they continued to traverse her body with their piercing eyes. Her thighs were shapely. The long legs led to dainty feet .

"Nice....now, lose the panties, lets see it all"

Now obeying without question, Maggie quickly rolled her small bikini panties down her legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them she stood, arms by her sides, strangely seeking their approval.

The men licked their lips in unison. She was completely shaved, save for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair immediately above her pussy.

The boss continued "You know, just because you give good head, you may still be a cop. But I've rarely met a hooker who has a virgin ass! I guess we should take a look at that, don't you boys?"

The two henchmen just continued to look straight at her, knowing that it was not necessary to indicate one way or the other to their boss' rhetorical question.

"Come on baby, bend over the desk and spread. Let's take a look!"

Maggie looked horrified as all three men now approached her. She knew, for the sake of her life, she must do this and do it willingly. The two henchmen led her to the front of the desk, and bent her over the desk. She closed her eyes as she felt strong hands grip her wrists and stretch her arms out in front of her. The surface of the desk felt cold against her nipples . She could smell the polish as her head was kept down against the desk and she felt a pair of hands begin to fondle her ass cheeks. The hands were gentle but insistent as they pried her cheeks open exposing her most private area to the cool, conditioned air.

"It's so difficult to tell from just looking" said an unfamiliar voice.

The taller one of the two was looking directly into her puckered anus. She knew, fortunately, that her asshole was not virgin territory, but she had not been taken there for a good few months. As she began to think that her nether hole may pass the inspection after all, she felt a warm, wet finger nudging and probing insistently at her anal muscle. She tried to relax her ass as much as possible. There was no pain as yet as the finger started to feel its way inside her, widening and loosening her. She felt her face flush as she sensed her excitement growing. Every now and then, the finger would slide out of her ass and gently probe her vagina occasionally circling her clitoris and causing her to moan deep in her sore throat. She knew that she was very wet now as she felt the heat begin to build in her pussy. The finger alternated from her wet pussy and back to her ever widening asshole. She felt a sting of pain as a second finger and then a third was added and thrust into her holes pistoning back and forward.

The boss was watching his henchman pushing his fingers into Maggie's pussy and ass and could feel the beginnings of another erection. He knew that she was not a hooker, he always had really, but he badly wanted to fuck her and while she was still not sure of what he was thinking, he knew that she would comply. Making his decision, he quickly lowered his zipper again and released his growing erection.

Maggie could no longer hide her excitement. Her moans were becoming more audible as the fingers in her ass and pussy brought her closer and closer to her impending orgasm. Her lips felt dry again as she felt her body slide back and forth across the desk with the force of the fingering she was receiving. Closer and closer she drew towards her orgasm. Her hard nipples like pebbles as they rasped across the surface of the desk sending messages of further stimulation to her brain. Suddenly and without warning, the fingers were withdrawn. She could have screamed, she was so close. She tried to look over her shoulder and protest, but could see the boss position himself behind her and heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered. She had not long to wait for a replacement for the lost fingers. She felt the first stab of pain as the same cock that had earlier been inside her mouth started to probe and push at her prepared and spread asshole. The pain quickly turned to a low burning sensation as she experienced his initial thrust and felt the head and a little of the shaft pop past her sphincter and enter her anal channel.

The boss had thought that her ass would feel good but the sensations he was feeling now were fantastic. He closed his eyes and grunted as he thrust his length deep into the girls asshole. Once or twice he had heard her cry out but was gratified to hear that her cries had now turned to guttural moans of ecstasy as he began to ream her ass. Her throat had been good but this was something else. She was so tight. He knew that this was no virgin ass, but she cannot have been fucked there recently. He felt the walls of her ass squeeze his cock as he pushed in and out slowing and then quickening the pace, pulling nearly all the way out then thrusting back in to the hilt. He knew from her moans that she was close to her own orgasm, and thought "what the hell...lets help her along!" Slowly, while keeping up his incessant assault on her anus, he slid two fingers down towards, and then into, her shaved pussy and started to rotate his thumb over her distended clit.

Maggie was now getting used to the feeling of an erect cock in her ass. Her head was still down against the desk and she was moaning freely. The fingers had brought her close to her climax but then, after they were withdrawn, she had started to build again. Her body reacted as the fingers sought out her vagina and the thumb came into contact with her clit. She felt incredibly full. Incredibly close. She just needed a little more to make her cum.

She bucked her hips from the desk as her orgasm exploded through her tight body. All her nerve ending reacted in unison. As she bucked, she felt the cock go deeper into her ass and heard the boss groan deeply. His cock swelled again. She knew he was about to cum as she was now. She sensed his weight on her back as he tensed and trembled and let out a deep sigh. His cock twitched wildly and she experienced a flood of his cum coat her insides. The initial burst of his seed was quickly followed by three more eruptions deep in her ass before his cock, finally drained, slipped limply from between her buttocks. Gratefully, Maggie slipped to the floor and looked up at the three men, as the boss adjusted his clothes. What was going to happen to her now she wondered.

"Well, you ass did not seem well used to me" said the boss, as the three men once again studied her.

He continued "There's no reason why we cannot have a cop as a hooker. Hell!, we might even get a better price for you!"

Maggie was relieved and terrified at the same time. What could he mean? ............................to be continued

 

[gjpain]

I'm sure Maggie would never expect that her first time from the backdoor would be like this!

But wait, what? Did she like it? She's wondering what she missed all those years she hadn't tried this forbidden fruit.

 

[supplice]

@Kathy

I just noticed your thread. Any continuation in the works? I had not thought of Hallmark women in dangerous sexual peril. The idea is hot actually.

I watched that Gourmet Detective series on Hallmark. Those were fun shows. Too bad a lot of the mystery series were cancelled by the network.
Hallmark is OK for mystery shows and so on. The cop/hooker getting banged like that would not meet Hallmark's image though.

 

[Kathy]

@supplice I am glad you are enjoying the fantasy version of the Gourmet Detective series , I too enjoyed watching the series and other mysteries on Hallmark. Doc is currently on a extended vacation so when he returns we will work on the next chapter.

 

[Kathy]

Undercover
Final Chapter Written by Doc

Detective Maggie Price is taken to a private resort owned by The Boss man, Maggie managed to get word to Henry of her location and some intel on other resorts owned by the Boss man ,he has arranged a party for some of his criminal associates. He introduces her to a man named Gutter
"I am Gutter," he grinned. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Hello, Cutter. What can I do for you? "

Gutter sat on the empty seat next to her. "Relax, honey. This is about, let's say, your comfort. I'm a customer service guy."

Having been in this line of work for a long time, Detective Price knew that this wasn't good. She saw the gleam in Gutter's eyes and noticed a slight tenseness in his voice, as if he was planning something. Remaining calm, the detective projected coolness.

"I'm fine," she said in a reassuring tone. "The drinks they serve here are divine. And the atmosphere? I could get used to this."

"Ah, but there's always more. I know your reputation, Maggie."

A chill went down her spine . She had already gone over the ins-and-outs of this character.

"Oh? Hopefully you haven't heard too much about me."

"Don't worry, hun. I know how this works.

"Then it should stay that way. I'm here to do a job.

"Sure, but I've been told you enjoy a good time," Gutter replied.

Maggie held up the glass. "This drink is more than enough. Thank you."

"I heard you fucked all the men on your last job. You know, a nice hard group fuck.

There was a twisted grin on Gutter's face, which only meant bad news. This was a topic that Detective Price had been briefed on. She knew that their subject was heavily into group sex. Everyone in the department knew it because it had been caught on surveillance weeks before Familiarizing herself with every detail was part of staying alive for an undercover operation of this level. That's why she didn't deny anything. She had to remain cool. And more than anything, she had to remain firm and in control. Experienced operators like Gutter can smell fear a mile away.

"Are you saying I'm lying?" Maggie questioned.

"I'm saying I heard you are a Gangbang Queen . And since we're such gracious hosts, we figured we'd extend you a little courtesy."

Despite the lascivious grin on the man's face, the detective knew a veiled threat when she heard one. Somewhere along the line, something had gone wrong. Now suspicions have been raised. And with men as dangerous as this, she had to make the right moves.

In her experience with undercover work, maintaining a strong position is essential. When criminals raise suspicions, it's because they aren't totally sure if they're being betrayed or not. Because if these people were certain, then she'd have already been killed in the hotel room earlier.

"Yeah, that's me," she said firmly.

"Alright, listen," he said, enjoying the woman's feistiness. "We can compromise. I'll get some of the hotel workers to come fuck you. Everyone wins."

"Is this a test? Are you testing me?"

"It's my gift to you."

Knowing he had the upper-hand, Gutter reached out and gently used a finger to trace the curves of Maggie's breast through the thin black dress. It was brazen and anyone could see it, but this was an exclusive resort for adults and there was already lots of friskiness going on around them.

"I don't like having my integrity questioned," she said, in a tone which suggested that she knew this was inevitable.

Gutter leaned forward and whispered, "you have a reputation for being a sex maniac. So that's what you're gonna get. Shouldn't be a problem, right?

You have no idea what I'm capable of."

The intensity of the detective's gaze matched this mad man's. If she had shown an ounce of fear, then it would all be over for her.

"Take it all off," he said, licking his lips. "Right here, right now. Get comfortable someplace. I'll be back with a few friends, since obviously you love a good gang-fuck."

Surely this was a bluff. It had to be. It seemed illogical that a sophisticated criminal organization would draw so much attention to themselves. But then again, the stakes were high and her undercover identity seemed in doubt. This was a surefire way to find out if she was really who she claimed to be.
Keeping the same intensity, Detective Price stood up with her eyes still locked on Gutter. Then she pulled at the shoulder straps of her dress, letting the expensive attire fall to the floor as if it were cheap fabric.
But when Maggie unclipped her bra and shimmied out of her panties, heads turned. She stood naked in her heels for people to admire. She ignored everyone. Her audience was Gutter and whoever in the organization was watching. And she was certain that other associates were watching.

"Even better in person," he grinned widely, eyes going up and down.

She kept her hands on her hips. "So you watched me on a hidden camera earlier. It's not very polite to spy on a woman while she's naked."

"Hey, we can never be too careful," he shrugged, but not caring at all.

"Fair enough." Hoping to call the man's bluff, she turned around and walked over to the pool area. Eyes leered in her direction from men and women, but she kept ignoring them. This was work. This was her life on the line and she had to play her cards right.
She knew the risks before accepting this job. No one could have predicted a situation like this, however.
Taking a naked walk to the pool area, Detective Price took solace in the fact that she'd never, ever see these other guests again. This was a one-time deal and she'd be gone after tomorrow. In a couple months time, this organization and its affiliates would all be arrested.
Standing in front of the pool, Maggie took her heels off and entered the shallow end of the pool using the stairway. She figured it would be a slight deterrence for whatever Gutter was planning. She was still fairly certain that this was a bluff. If it wasn't, then she did everything she could to avoid being killed by these men.
Maggie could feel many sets of eyes gazing at her body. It was an exhibitionist rush to be admired this way. She had never done public nudity before and kept reminding herself that no one would recognize her. No one would ever see her again once the job was over.
In the background of the outdoor beachside party, she could hear the sounds of sex. Other couples, perhaps swingers on vacation, or people trying it for the first time, were having intercourse.
Detective Price felt nerves in her stomach. She couldn't bring herself to look at Gutter. She did a seductive twirl in the water to show that she was the real deal. After several moments of entertaining the guests with her tits, she wondered why Gutter had gone quiet. Had the henchman had enough of these games and just left without saying a word? Doubtful.
That's when she saw it. Gutter had returned with 4 men who were still dressed in their employee uniforms. The men looked excited at the prospect of getting to fuck her, but also had a sense of disbelief that this would actually be part of their jobs.

Detective Price sucked in a deep breath and forced herself to give these men a smile. In a split second, she had resigned herself to the fate of having sex in public with a group of strangers.

Ignoring all the resort guests who were watching this, Maggie turned around and laid her forearms on the concrete, resting her chin on her arm. She was in the shallow end of the pool and she stood with her legs spread apart, offering her pussy to these men should they accept it. A part of her still wanted to think that this was still a bluff, but that seemed unlikely at this point.

Listening to the background music, people having conversations and sharing laughter all around, along with the distinct sounds of sex nearby, she also heard the sounds of these men undressing. Belt buckles were being undone and there were clacking noises from the buckles hitting the concrete.

Water splashed and waves struck her body from the men entering the pool. They moved towards her direction.

"You guys have her pussy," a man with a deep voice said. "I'll sit on the edge of the pool and take her mouth."

Gutter answered, "That's how this woman likes to cum. With her holes filled at the same time."

There was a wicked sense of delight in Gutter's voice, like he now cared more about watching a group-fuck than actually doing his job to find out if she was an undercover agent. That wasn't a big surprise. Sex is the downfall of a lot of powerful men.

Detective Price arched her back so that her ass would be pointed to them. Her legs were in the water but her shapely rear-end was sticking out. She didn't bother to entertain them or do anything sexy. Her ass was enough for their enjoyment. It always was for any man.

On cue, a set of hands clasped her waist and moved down to her butt, cupping her bottom. She was given a good squeeze and she knew she was moments away from behind fucked by this guy. Whoever he was.

"I'm a busy woman," she said to the mystery man, still looking away from the men who'd fuck her. "Be quick about this. Have your fun and appreciate that you've ever had me."

"Lady, with a body like yours, no one can last long."

"Same as it ever was."

Detective Price laid her head to the side, on her curled arm, and felt the man penetrating her pussy. The guy did what he could to make an easy entrance, but clearly he was in a rush, either because of her warning or because he had to go back to work.

While the man started fucking her pussy, Maggie did what came naturally to her -- she focused on her police training. Years in the police academy had taught her that her body and mind were capable of anything. That she could endure all sorts of physical and emotional stresses.

Pool water splashed and waved all around her as the stranger fucked her from behind. As much as she tried to focus on her training, this was uncharted territory for any officer on the job. Getting fucked in public was nothing like enduring a grueling physical exam or getting shot at on the streets.

Her pussy was on fire and she was a woman in heat. She tried not to fuck back. She tried not to give in. But why fight it? She was playing a role and she needed to look the part, allowing her hips to bounce back, fucking the man in return. Allowing herself to moan and enjoy the raw feeling in her pussy.

Maggie's trance was broken when a black man, who was naked from the waist down, sat on the edge of the pool, right in front of her. She had to move her arms to make way for the man to sit. His erection was pointed in front of her face.

"The boss says you love to suck," he said. "And that you like your holes filled at the same time. Well here you go."

Still being pummeled from behind, Maggie remained steadfast. She needed to act like this was the most natural thing in the world for her. She needed to project confidence and experience, the way any seasoned whore would. .

"Let's hope you taste as good as your margaritas," she answered with a steady voice, suppressing her moans.

Her body was still rocking back and forth, and when she took the hard cock in her mouth. She sucked the dick with the same diligence as she was handling the cock in her pussy. Her head bobbed up and down with the same rhythm that she pushed her hips back.

The line between her personal life and her undercover assignment had been destroyed. This was dark territory. Something seared into her memory and it would always be a part of her. She could feel herself starting to sweat from the intensity in her core. She could hear the chatter from the guests who were observing the show.

But in her immediate area, the loudest noises were the splashing water, the guy slamming into her backside, and her own slurping noises. Sounds which would forever remain in her thoughts.

"You've got one hell of a mouth, babe," the black man said, using both hands to stroke her long hair, pulling her head down even deeper.

Maggie had always been fine with this sort of foreplay and even a little rough sex. But when she felt the other men mauling her breasts with their hands, it became overwhelming. Her senses were under assault. The hands became rougher on her body, twisting her big nipples, squeezing her hips, pulling her head down so that she'd suck it even deeper.

When she heard grunts coming from behind, she knew the man was about to cum. She didn't say anything. Not with a cock buried in her throat. She didn't want to make a scene either. Being anything other than a gangbang lover would make her look suspicious.

So when the grunting man ejaculated in her pussy, she allowed it. She kept on sucking while being pumped rapidly from behind. It was the most degrading experience of her life, but somehow, the thrill of it made her heart race.

"As expected," the man said, finishing off his last set of thrusts. "Your cunt made quick work out of me. Enjoy the rest of your night, ma'am."

When the man pulled out and slapped her butt, Maggie felt a gaping sensation in her pussy, along with cum leaking from her vaginal canal, down her thighs. She knew globs of cum would soon be floating on top of the pool.

Hands released her breasts, and while still sucking on a cock, she could feel water waving from the men shuffling around. Presumably the other men were figuring out who'd fuck her next. Maggie wondered if they'd be squeamish being inside of her now, since another man had already cum there. But then again, she knew what kind of body she had. She knew men would be forgiving of that, just to be inside of her.

In a matter of seconds, she was being fucked again. The next guy didn't care that her pussy was filled with cum. It was back to the same sexual routine. Her breasts were mauled, nipples pulled, and she swirled her tongue around the head of the dick.

For the next few minutes, these men used her however they pleased. Maggie would never admit it, but this was a life changer. It was one thing to have to fuck a criminal, but doing this for hotel staff was something she could live with. And doing it for the audience around the pool was euphoric. She had never felt so dirty in her life.

The inside of her pussy was overflowing with cum when the men took turns filling her up. Her labia felt glazed and she already had two orgasms. Meanwhile the guy in her mouth took his time, slowing things down whenever he got close. He wanted to savor the experience of fucking Maggie's beautiful face.

When the men finished with her pussy, all that was left was the dick in her mouth.

"I'm going to cum," the man pumping her mouth said. "Look me in the eyes. I love that."

Maggie looked up while sucking, giving the man what he wanted, which was power over her. He stroked his dick while sitting there, and soon, the detective's mouth was filled with cum. The first shot hit the top of her throat and the rest coated her tongue.

She waited until the man finished and stuck her tongue out, showing a mouth layered with cum. Then she swallowed most of it with one gulp. The second gulp cleared her tongue and she licked around her lips.

"Get back to work," she said with a slight attitude, sticking to her role. "I'm sure you'll always remember this night."

The men tried thanking her, but she didn't care. Instead, she leaned back into the water and did backstrokes in the pool, letting cum ooze out of her pussy and float all around her.

Gutter stood watching, "You live up to your reputation. I'm impressed."

"Like I said, I'm here to do a job. If you wanted a show, you got one. But don't ever question my integrity again."

Maggie sat on the stairway at the shallow end of the pool, with only her feet and calves in the water. Her breasts were on full display as she outstretched her arms alongside the concrete. Her legs were open and her pussy showed. It was the final act of easing whatever suspicions this organization had of her.

"Yeah, alright," Gutter nodded, accepting everything he had seen. "I can respect that."

She licked the excess cum from the sides of her lips to spellbind him. In her post-orgasmic haze, she looked away from Gutter and towards the guests of this resort. They all had a good time with their drinks in hand, enjoying the lavish lifestyle, and being thoroughly amused by the public gangbang they had just watched.

The information received from Maggie's intel was a treasure trove. It was far beyond what anyone had expected and they were thrilled. There'd surely be several rounds of big promotions after all the major arrests have been made.

Detective Mason kept a straight face watching the live surveillance stream of the resort. Everyone in the operations room kept a straight face, too. But during break or after hours, all anyone could talk about was Maggie.

They watched their undercover agent sitting naked under the morning sunlight, sipping a margarita by the pool. Every man in the department had long wanted to fuck her. None succeeded. This was the next best thing. They were eager to see if she'd perform another 'test' as the organization liked to throw bait her way.

Sure enough, to the delight of every man in the operations room, they watched a resort staff member approach their undercover agent. The man was in his late 40's and placed a drink beside her. Standing beside her, the staff member undid his pants and freed his erection.

There were a few deep breaths in the room as they watched Maggie sit upright on the outdoor lounge chair and began sucking the man's dick. This was what the men in the room had been waiting to see yet again, but of course, no one could say that out loud. Not during working hours.

"Is this really necessary?" Agent Petel asked, cringing at what he saw on the big screen.

Detective Mason was unphased. "You want a promotion, don't you? Trust me, Maggie knows what she's doing."

The room was dead silent as they watched Detective Price sucking and stroking a hard dick on the live feed. Maggie appeared comfortable doing this for her job. The man came in her mouth while she rapidly jerked the shaft with her lips sealed around the head. She took a sip of the margarita afterwards, letting the flavors mix.

Maggie remained naked when the staff member guided her inside the resort . All eyes in the operations room were fixated on her shapely body and bare butt. When the detective was off-screen, men in the room released quiet exhales after the sexual depravity they had just seen. Later that evening they raided the resort and arrested all the criminals , Maggie had done her job well .

The End

 

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Maggie remained naked when the staff member guided her inside the resort . All eyes in the operations room were fixated on her shapely body and bare butt. When the detective was off-screen, men in the room released quiet exhales after the sexual depravity they had just seen. Later that evening they raided the resort and arrested all the criminals , Maggie had done her job well .

The End

Well, that was a hell of a story!!!

 

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Well, that was a hell of a story!!!

Visualizing Brooke Burns as Maggie Price, it looks like there may be a new Hallmark channel on Crown Media.

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